He closed the door with a push letting it slam shut, punctuated by the click of the locking mechanism He turned the deadbolt and flipped shut both latch plates. He stood there for a moment staring blankly as if the door wasn't there in front of him, separating him from the rest of the world.

After a moment he turned away and threw his satchel on the breakfast counter and his coat over the stool. Even with the satchel and coat gone, he swore that the lone gun felt as if it grew heavier as hung low strapped to his thigh. He pushed the irrational thought away as walked towardsthe living room.

"Long day?" came the soft voice from the unseen figure hidden in the shadows of the couch.

"No longer than any of the others", he responded as a slight smile touched his lips for a moment as he near the back of the couch.

He looked at the shadowy outline of her form that he could make out in the darkness and the silent flicker of the muted television. He could still make out the color of her hair in the blackness. He could even smell her familiar smell that brought a side of him to the surface that he let few ever see.

"So what are you waiting for? Get down here already", she said without looking at him.

She had a knack of knowing when he was close most times; something in his line of work he rarely let happen with anyone else. He walked around and turned away from her as he undid the his belt and the thigh holster. Her hands wrapped about his leg as he lowered the gun from the table. He drew out the blade that was on the back of the belt and laid it within quick reach on the coffee table.

"Hurry up, I'm getting cold here, mister," she said while holding the blanket open revealing her body only half-clothed.

He pulled the blanket from her and jumped behind her before pulling the blanket tight around them both. She made a little groan and tried to rub her legs against his like she did most nights they spent together.

"Jeans. Off. Now." she commanded.

She didn't even wait for him to comply as she twisted about and started undoing them first. He didn't resist. He in fact found it hard to do nothing more than let her help herself with her so near, pressed up hard against him thanks to the narrowness of the couch. He could feel her curves as she yanked his pants open and began pushing them down. He took over then before he let his pulse race too fast.. She smirked at him almost as if she could hear his thoughs echo in her head. He tossed his jeans on the floor before grabbing her shoulders and turning her to face away again. Only then did he smile back when she couldn't see his face.

She kept moving every so slowly against him, but that pushed him closer to the edge than if she had been more direct. He sat up slightly and pulled her face to him and kissed her softly.... at first.
Unknown " " Rabid - 15 years, 9 months, 3 days ago

He woke before the first rays of dawn began lightening the sky. The sound of heavy rain threatened to pull him back into slumber. It was mornings like this that he hated most. Not because he hated the weather; in fact he loved when it poured like this when either he stayed in or went out. It was the hour and the fact that he had to leave his sanctuary away from all else.

He could feel her rise and fall with each sleeping breath she took. She was as warm and comforting as a blanket as she laid on him, one of her arms across his waist and the other under head as she lay in the crook of his arm. Just feeling her against him sent chills through him of alternating contentment and wanton desire for her form. He moved to slip from her grasp and she tugged back at him and laid more fully on him now. He shifted to move from under her but she was not having it. He quickly became her willing captive...

Unknown " " Rabid - 16 years, 3 days ago

His took another step and faltered, but this time he did not fall like he had the night before. He looked at her eyes as she waited for him on the crest of the hill. In her eyes he saw himself reflected and saw how he glimmered and shined. To have someone with such a wild spirit to see that in him when he had almost forgotten what he himself was capable of brought him back to life. It was not her in so many words that breathed vitality back into him, rather it was she who reminded him of how independent and fierce he was and why so many looked to him as the guide. He shifted and shook out his mane before letting a deep and long howl rip loose from deep within him. Then he gave chase and she ran ahead of him... he felt his spirit run as free as they did now.
Unknown " " Rabid - 16 years, 5 days ago

He crouched, his breath being drawn in by gasps as tried to regain his composure. He had spent the night running as fast as his feet would carry him through the shadows of day and the choking darkness of night. He had once though the darkness was there to embrace him and give him sanctuary, but not this night. It filled his lungs like a smoke trying to suffocate him. Where he had once shined like the sun in the day sky or like Polaris hanging in the veil of night to guide all others; now he faltered… and sputtered... and began to die out. He was for but one night not the guide, but the cub seeking solace. His glimmer... his sparkle had gone; he was lost for that night...
Unknown " " Rabid - 16 years, 5 days ago

Again came the scent of her. It invaded his thoughts and pushed away everything else. He could feell her breath as they stood so close together. Electricity filled the space between them and intensified as they closed the gap. Then their lips touched and a surge ran through them both. His breath came quicker as he wrapped an arm around her back and pressed her closer to him, their lips parting as the passion deepened. A low growl of his hunger rumbled in his chest involuntarily as his slipped his fingers into her hair. Surprisingly she responded in return with a purr of approval and showed him the depth of her desire...
Unknown " " Rabid - 16 years, 7 days ago